Monday, May 24, 2010
It was to remove a filling done by the school dentist in NZ about a year ago. Apparently the dentist hadn't cleaned the tooth out properly before doing the filling ... and there was decay underneath.
To cut a long story short, it hurt. A lot.
And bribery, cuddles and even giving her my 'lucky ring' to wear, didn't work.
In the end, the dentist put a temporary filling in and told me we would have to see a paediatric dentist.
When DDay arrived, Miss 7 was still terrified. It took my best mothering skills to get her out of the car, and tears were falling down her little face as she clutched the four - four! - stuffed toys she had brought for support.
Finally, we walked into the surgery and the first thing Miss 7 noticed was the fish ... and then her name on the welcome list.
There was a playstation/x-box/some kind of computer game to play, and loads of art and toys. And slowly, H. started to relax.
This time, in their skilled hands, the x-ray didn't hurt (they even put her toy possum up on the x-ray machine to watch), and Miss 7 was feeling much better about the whole thing.
It turns out she will need quite a lot of work done, and the dentist recommended doing it in one hit under sedation, rather than putting her through several painful visits in the chair.
We will probably have to take a small mortgage to pay for all this, even after private health insurance, but I guess you can't put a price on your child's health. And we don't want her to get a phobia about the dentist, like I used to have.
As for the dental clinic? Just gorgeous. Why should kids have all the fun!
Inside the colourful paediatric dental clinic